all golden verdant sharps of pale green slivers sway opaque against
the giant red dust
an enormous black burned out stem propping them up in pyrrhic fanfare
anoited by the sun and frozen by the stars stuck out like an explosion from within the earth
yet part of it
he stands on one foot the savage
balancing the sky with the earth & the stars with the moon
adroit as his conquerers were cruel
then all his kinder were gone as a weird civilisation plundered the Great South Land
stolen as the dawn confiscates the night
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